Byzantium later turning to be Constantinople, after the emperor Constantine made it the capital of byzantine. It's a glamourous city-Famous for its art, history and cuisine. The roles of men and women differed--Though unlike the western part of the world--Women had rights to own and earn--And men were to be in politics and some spiritual. The city is the fusion of Greek, Latin and roman--With their constant presence in the air--Latin was used in more formal settings were as Greek was used for daily conversations. They have places like the Hippodrome which is close to the colosseum and Taverns-Which are places for measuredly time-There-Foods such as bread, wine and even get women who were sold to dance for them.
The current emperor: Emperor Augustus:
His son: Aurelian Flaytus
The campaign of Ruth (Ruthenia) had been one of their most successful as the win had not only secured them of the land--it all so made the way for future campaigns.
Aurelian Flaytus--the fifteen-year-old mad "man", obedient to his mentors and especially to the emperor played a crucial part in the war.
He himself was a Ruthenian by birth--when he got the order of the war, Flaytus accepted it without a single thought.
That was his loyalty to the emperor who deemed him wroth of being his son. He made his presence to the squire camp.
His eyes were like a hawk; he gazed at the boys his age. Stood behind was Master Aristos.
"I got all their names" "Told them if they disobey or I will personally sort them out" Flaytus's lips curled, barely--"And... I have no doubt on that" Aristos gave him a nod then he turns his head back to them.
"Listen here!" "You will begin training tomorrow" Flaytus ends. The boys then soon dispersed and were given few tents.
Slav stepped in with four others, inside were decent. There were hay beds and a single chair.
They gazed at one another, sitting huddled up. Marcus--a boy,
"Are we not to talk?"
Silent fell. Slav sighed, he down at his hand, at the deep gash that left after the hours of clutching at the necklace.
Ah* a soft whisper as he then tucked in his pocket. "What about you?" Marcus questioned him.
"Vyachaslav"... he ended. Marcus's brows shot up, 'Vy...what?" we will have a hard time saying that.
All of them gives him a look that told him to be silent. Marcus shuts up there and then. Soon the night falls.
Slav gazed to the window, at the moon that glimmered so lovingly--"Elen"... a soft whisper left him. His breath fails at the image of her, Elen... his Eleanor, how she had yelled his name as if it was her anchor.
Gosh... Slav's chest heaved. The very second, he fell--she broke,
--SLAVV!!! SLAV... Slav... her voice died that in that instant. She then fell, unconsciously.
He clutched at the amulet that she given him, "I swear to God, I will find you" his voice sizzled with rage.
"I swear to God"
To be continued>>>>>>>>>>>